….you just can’t afford to go quite as often.” That’s my answer to the question I asked of you in my previous post.
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I love car magazines, and in particular British car magazines. Car, Evo, Top Gear…they’re head and shoulders above our US car mags. (I really don’t want to read a comparo test between a Dodge Nitro and a Chevy Lump-’o-Coal.)
In my new issue of Evo one of their writers, Richard Porter, wrote this:
It’s always seemed amazing that you can go into a diner in the United States and get a whole heap of decent quality food served with a smile for almost bugger all money. (NOTE: I have no idea what that last part meant.) Americans would be outraged with anything less, which is why secretly they feel superior when they come to Britain and a greasy teenager brings them a glass of warm water, a pile of limp lettuce and a bun full of fat with a pube in it.
Funny, yes, but…ahem…I can’t let this slight of my British cousins go unanswered: I was in the UK a couple of years ago, and while I had heard very unflattering things about their cusine and was prepared for the worst, I must tell you I ate VERY well. I did avoid those breakfast “bangers”, and their Candian bacon left me feeling rather queasy, but otherwise I enjoyed it. I did eat some combinations that I would never have thought of here, but that’s OK. ”When in Rome (or London), do…..” 
See you manana,
S